Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.